Mercenaries and Adventurers

A gloomy and uninhabited trade road.

Piles of extinguished fires scattered in the open space near the trade road.

And the body parts of young people scattered around the fire.

Keir stood here with empty hands. He looked around and found that his field of vision was limited. The places a little further away were obscured by the thick night. Only the fire could see something clearly.

"Who killed these young people? Me?"

He was a little confused, raised his hands, and found that he was wearing thin clothes, his palms were covered with sticky blood stains, and there was a faint wailing in his ears.

Kil was a little nervous. Could it be that he had killed so many people? In this case, would he be wanted, caught, and beheaded?

He doesn't want to die. There are still many places in this vast world that he has not been to.

In a panic, Kil rubbed his hands hard on his body, trying to wipe away the blood stains on his hands to cover up the serious crime he had committed.

But the thin long-sleeved clothes on his body were covered in blood stains, but there were no less blood stains on his palms.

This made him even more panicked.

Keir suddenly picked up an upper body piece from the ground and hurriedly threw it into the fire, trying to cover up the evidence of his crime. Anyway, there was no one else around, the body of the murdered man was gone, and the blood on his hands was just what he said.

Let's just say it's rabbit blood from hunting hares.

Regardless of whether others believe it or not, he just needs to believe it himself. Without evidence, what can others do to him? Right!

But he was afraid of what would happen, so he just picked up two broken pieces of the arm and threw them into the fire. The owner of this arm, a complete head next to the broken arm, opened his mouth.

"Save...me, save me."

Keir glanced at it, and although he was panicked, he still responded angrily: "You are already dead, there is no hope of saving, just shut up."

But the dead head didn't believe it, and opened his mouth and said: "I...I am still alive, please, save...me."

Kil walked over, reached out and used his blood-stained palms to scoop up the broken neck of the head, and then showed the other party his empty palms: "Look, there is a body under the head of a living person, and your body is gone. How is it possible to be alive?”

"I blame you for not...protecting...us."

"Us? Who are you?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Kil looked around sharply and found more broken corpses beside the fires scattered around. Those who were dead were either shot with arrows, like hedgehogs or porcupines, or they had only half a body, like the man in front of them, with their heads chopped off, but not many.

This sight made Kil sway in a daze, and he almost fell into the fire next to him and was roasted alive.

"Did I kill all these people? It's impossible. Why should I kill you?"

As if they heard what Kil said, the dead people a little further away started to speak, asking Kil to go and save them.

This made Keir feel weird: "You are all dead, how can I save you? The blood on the body has dried up and solidified, what should I do?"

Kiel picked up the dead man's head next to him, held up its hair and said to the other pleading dead people: "Look, you all look like this. Even if you sew the body together with needle and thread, it will be useless. Besides, I don't There’s no needle or thread.”

"I beg you."

"I don't want to die——"

"I'm still alive! I'm still alive!"

Kil looked at the guy who claimed to be alive and found that the guy still looked whole. But when he hurried over to take a look, he found that this guy had seven or eight holes that could fit two or three fingers in. Obviously, There is no hope.

"You're dead too."

"I do not believe!"

Kil curled his lips, helped the man up, turned his neck, and made him look down at the seven or eight holes in his torso.

"You said, can a living person have such holes? You are dead!"

This guy gritted his teeth, shook his head left and right in disbelief, and asked Keir: "Then we are all dead, how come you are okay? There is no way those guys will let you go!"

"Those guys? Who?"

Kiel shook the guy, but the guy suddenly looked behind Kiel with a look of horror on his face!

Turning his head suddenly, Kil saw a figure staggering towards him. He was dressed in greasy and dirty animal fur. It was probably not kneaded very much and was simply draped on his body as clothing.

He is tall and thin, his face is also extremely thin, and his cheeks are out of shape.

"Dude, who are you?"

Kil asked tentatively, while he cautiously stood up and faced the other party.

But the guy who staggered closer didn't answer. He just growled something in a low voice and walked towards Kiel unswervingly.

"Keep your distance and don't get close to your friends, otherwise I won't be polite."

Kil clenched a pair of fists that were smelly and stained with blood, and gestured at the opponent, but the opponent came closer. At the same time, the bloodstains and gore on Kil's fist started to twist, turning into a human face while twisting, and his open mouth also let out the same low roar as the guy who was staggering closer.

"What a weird thing!"

Kil was startled and gave up on hitting people with his fists. He twisted around and looked around, then hid directly behind the fire, letting the fire stand between him and the approaching guy as an obstacle.

But the guy stepped into the fire unceremoniously, and his body was set on fire. He didn't care, and suddenly stretched out his arms and rushed towards Kiel.

Geir screamed and dodged. Fortunately, the other party's movements were slow and mechanical, and still couldn't compare with his dexterity.

But there was no way to dodge all the time. Kil had no choice but to pick up a broken leg from someone on the ground. He grabbed the broken leg's ankle and used it as a club. He rounded it and swung it towards the head of the strange guy who was attacking.

Although this man's thighs were thin, they were still thick, and he knocked the strange guy who attacked Kiel to the ground with a bang.

Keir didn't stop, knowing that just one blow wouldn't be enough to stop anything. So he repeatedly hit the fallen enemy with the broken leg until the broken leg in his hand was torn in half from the knee, and the guy on the ground also had his head smashed.

"Whirring whirring."

Kil gasped and leaned on his knees to slow down, but it was clear that he did not have this free time.

Because outside the surrounding fire, one strange guy after another staggered out of the darkness. These guys moved stiffly, and like the dead bodies on the ground, they all suffered more or less fatal injuries.

I just don’t know why these guys can move around, but the weak guys on the ground who just want to call for help can only scream.

"No, come again?"

With one person so difficult to deal with, Kiel really had no choice but to use his flexible movements to guide these stiff-moving guys to keep moving in the fire.

Fortunately, these weird guys didn't know how to protect themselves, and often rushed straight towards Keir. As a result, the flames ignited the greasy animal skin clothes on their bodies when they rushed through the fire.

Become a burning fireman.

But the dead people don't roll around and moan because they are burned. After these weird guys turned into burning people, they still staggered towards Keir with unhurried mechanical steps.

But Kil would not be caught by them. He had to lead these guys in circles around the scattered fire, hoping that the flames would eventually burn them to death.

-

While running around the fire, Kil noticed that there was nothing in the surrounding darkness. There was a trade road on the north side of the fire, and a dense forest seemed to be vaguely visible.

But Kil just looked at it and shuddered, as if there was something more terrifying waiting for him to get closer.

"Don't get close, don't get close!"

Keir said this to himself.

On the south side of the fire, there was a creek. A tall and thin man with a pale face stood on the other side of the creek. Every time Kil was closest to him, he waved to Kil to go over.

"What were you doing in the past?"

Unexpectedly, there was a response to Kiel's call.

"Come here... let's... duel."

"Then who are you? Why should I duel with you?"

"Who am I? Who am I? Hehe, hehe, don't you... know...?"

Only then did Kil remember that although the man was pale, he still had a vague impression that he seemed to be a guy nicknamed the King of White Walls.

Do you want to duel it? Isn't that person his defeated general?

The subordinate...the defeated general?

Kil realized something at this time. He almost fell to the ground and asked the weird guys chasing behind him to catch him.

"By the way, these people are bandits. They are my defeated generals. Well, they are all people killed by me."

With this realization, Kil suddenly looked at the place where he was now. Wasn't it the place where he fought that night?

But why did he come back here?

"whee."

There was a little mocking laughter that Kil heard, but he couldn't find who was laughing at him.

"Who? Come out! Where is the person hiding and snickering? Stand up in front of your face and see if I don't beat you."

Kil pretended to be powerful, even though he was being chased by more than a dozen figures in a panic.

"Uh-heh."

The snickering started again.

At this time, Keir suddenly looked towards the place where the laughter came from. It was an unlucky guy lying on the ground broken into two pieces. The sound came from the lying chest.

Kil was not polite, he ran over and kicked the poor half-body away. The opponent's broken upper body even begged Kil not to hurt it.

But Kiel wasn't targeting that poor weakling.

Under the broken half of the body was a fat white mushroom as big as a fist, and the umbrella cover was glowing green. It looked like it was no ordinary thing.

"What the hell? How dare you laugh at you, Mr. Keir!"

Kil raised his foot to crush the mushroom that was laughing at him. Such a daring thing actually dared to laugh at him. Although he was a little more embarrassed now, it was not something that a mushroom like you could laugh at.

But when Kiel stepped on the ball, it came up empty.

The moment he stepped on it, the mushroom stretched out a pair of fat palms and lifted itself downwards, revealing several legs and feet made of mycelium. The more legs you have, the more agile you are. Several legs stepped out at the same time, dodging the soles of Kiel's feet in time.

But the angry Kil made the fist-sized mushroom dare not laugh anymore. The umbrella cover on his head glowed brighter, and the mysterious luminous lines produced a wonderful effect in the shaking.

Affected by this, Kil was swaying as if he had drunk too much, and everything around him was not so clear. Even the painful wails emanating from a pair of blood-stained palms and a human face made of blood stains became blurry and could not be heard clearly.

Just when more than a dozen guys approaching stiffly were about to knock down Kiel who was standing there.

Kil's figure blurred for a while and disappeared.

This made the stiff figures at the scene very angry, and they yelled and beat each other.

And the pale figure in the distance also roared.

More roars sounded in the gloomy darkness around them.

Only the broken corpses beside the fire sobbed softly: "Save us, save us."

"Please, Knight Kiel."

"Knight of Kiel."

Too weak to look good.

-

Eyes snapped open.

Keir saw an unfamiliar tent roof.

The unfamiliar environment made him feel particularly uneasy. He didn't know if it was what he had just experienced that made him nervous. Kil opened his palms and the hunting sword stood up directly from the ground beside him. Then the blade unsheathed itself and started to rotate. Fly into the hands of Keir.

"Huh, yes, is this a dream? It's actually a nightmare. I haven't had it for a long time."

As if he had a reliable weapon in his hand, Kil's consciousness came back online and he remembered that he was in a newly purchased one-man tent.

At this time, the sounds of people talking, moving, and shouting outside the tent entered his ears.

No, it was only then that he recovered from being nervous and subconsciously ignoring these 'noises'. My body and mind gradually calmed down.

Kil frowned as he realized he had a nightmare. If the nightmares were caused by the nightmares in the previous life, it could also be caused by excessive pressure in life, physical exhaustion, and an active brain that refuses to rest during sleep.

But this is a different world with all kinds of magical powers. Kil, who rarely dreams, let alone nightmares, has to pay attention to this matter.

The last time he had a nightmare was when he killed many people who surrendered in Pine Needles.

That's when he's put to the test, and the nightmare comes to the rescue with a strange giant mushroom. He frowned, remembering that mushrooms also appeared in this nightmare, but it was different from last time.

He thought about what happened in the secret realm of the big bird god's shadow again. At this time, he felt that he should deal with those guys who were pestering him as soon as possible.

"The ghost lingers, bah."

Kil spat, feeling that those hateful guys would cause trouble for the people when they were alive, and they would still pester him after they were dead. They really had no positive effect at all, and they were just doing disgusting things.

Get up, pour some water from the kettle into the small tub and scrub it, then walk out of the tent.

Outside his one-person tent, he was no longer alone as he was yesterday evening.

The efficiency of the ‘Starry Sky’ Tent Grocery Store cannot be built. After the purchase contract was finalized, five designed simple tents were delivered intermittently that night.

Each of these tents can easily accommodate about twenty people. The capacity is not small, and the floor space is certainly not small.

First of all, the first tent was built not far from Kiel Camp. It was specially used for the wounded who had not yet recovered from their injuries. Of course, there were also relatives or friends who accompanied and cared for the wounded.

The tents that were sent later were used by the armed people under Kiir who were in charge of the battle as their own belongings.

There were exactly four of them, distributed among the four groups of armed civilians.

In order to increase everyone's enthusiasm, Kiel announced after he came back last night that whoever lives in the tent will be responsible for dismantling and assembling it. Not only now, but until a suitable settlement is found.

It was already early in the morning, and Kil had been busy very late last night. Fortunately, after becoming a knight-level warrior, he needed much less sleep and rest. I don't know if it was the unique effect of life energy or the improvement of sleep efficiency. As a result, the amount of sleep he needs each day becomes shorter.

Chewing the hard monster jerky in his mouth, Kil found Priest Batal who had gotten up early to pray with the believers.

These days, Priest Batar has been lacking the power of the God of Saturn because he was treating the injured. Therefore, whenever the time is right, he will gather his group of believers of the God of Saturn who do not know whether they are true or false, and gather together for group prayers.

Kil knew that this kind of behavior was very helpful for the priests to restore their divine power. This could be seen from the fact that Priest Batal could deal with so many wounded people alone.

"Batar, is Bloodfangster back? When I went to bed last night, he wasn't back yet."

Keir asked his companions for news.

Priest Batal lifted the amber metal staff and pointed at Kiel's carriage with the staff: "He just came back not long ago. He looked very tired and went back to the carriage to rest."

After the priest finished speaking, he looked at Kiel strangely: "You don't look good. Is it because you didn't get enough rest? Kiel, you have to maintain your condition and don't forget what your mission is."

Kiel said something perfunctory. He knew that he was in a bad state now. It was not because he had not rested well, nor was he in bad health. It was simply because he was entangled by the guys he had killed with his own hands before.

Fortunately, he has a solution.

After bidding farewell to the priest, Kil came to his carriage. He was worried that Bloodfangster would be disheveled while resting, so he tapped the wooden box board of the carriage with his finger: "Bloodfangster, have you had a rest?"

"Oh, my man, I heard about what you did in the gambling ring last night on the way back."

The curtain of the carriage was lifted from the inside, and Bloodyaster walked out of it with a tired look on his face.

He sat down on the driver's seat, patted the other seat next to him, and motioned for Keir to sit up and talk.

"Are you so well-informed?"

"You should say there is no news in Dorne that cannot be bought with a glass of ale. Haha."

Xueyaste picked up his water bag and poured some water into his mouth.

Kil sniffed and found that Bloodyaster's body not only had a strong smell of ale and spirits, but also a female scent.

I don’t know how this guy got the news last night.

"Tell me, what information did you need?"

Hearing Kil talk about the mission, Bloody Fangster suppressed his smile and said to Kil in a lower voice: "Priest Batar will be unhappy. I heard some bad news related to him."

"About him? Bad news?"

Kil thought for a while: "Is it about the city of Belisfa?"

Bloody Fangster nodded: "It's very bad. And the news is very confusing. I have heard at least four terrifying rumors about the city of Boris."

"No matter how many ways, tell me where exactly what happened."

Keir said so.

"as you wish."

Bloody Fangster said while leaning on the support pole of the carriage hood behind him.

Keir frowned as he began to hear the confusing and terrible news.